| Searching for Moonbeams, Part 2 Just In case you haven't read, or can't remember Part One of this story, here's a brief summary: Therese, 12, and Kelly, 9, have gone to live with their aunt in the west of Ireland. They meet Siobhan 12, and Kate, 9, who has Down's syndrome. The 12 year olds fall in love, the other also begin to but Kate rejects Kelly, who goes to see her sister. Chapter 4 I pulled her to me, looking question marks at Siobhan. "Shh, shh. It's all right, little one, we're here." I hugged her tight and began rocking, the older sister/mother routine. Siobhan, my new love, leant forward and put her arms around us both. "Kelly," she whispered in her ear, "you know Kate is strange, she's got a real big problem, she can't feel what we feel. She would never mean to hurt you, it's just that she can't relate to others like we can. She gets excited, and says what she wants to, but we never put too much trust in it." "But but I love her. She's so sweet." More sobs. She raised her head and looked at each of us, then whispered, "So she doesn't know about love? I mean, she can't- " Siobhan shook her head. "Oh, the poor thing. The poor wee girlie. I'm going to tell her I still love her." My sister would go far in this life. But, God forbid, not if she entered a nunnery, which she'd had a hankering to do after Mum died. She went to get up, but Siobhan restrained her. "Listen," she said quietly, "what you have done for her is unbelievable. What you have done together is really love - but remember, Kate cannot understand that some things must be not said. She is just as likely to go to our mum and tell he you sucked her cunnie, and that would be pretty bad. I know it's nice, but I think you have to get through to her that her mother would be very upset if she found out what you two have been up to. She might listen to you, because she does seem to have a real love for you, and then if we say the same thing she might think before she speaks. You understand what I'm getting at?" Kelly considered this, a worried frown on her face. "Is it a real big sin?" "Yes, about as big as it gets." Kelly went white. Fresh tears formed in her eyes, so I leant forward and kissed her forehead. "Siobhan and I love each other too, and love is not wrong, love is not a sin. Jesus said we should love our neighbour, and that is what we are doing, Siobhan and I, you and Kate. So we have to stick together, be strong, and not let our love get pushed into the mud by those people, specially the religious, who say it's all wrong. But this is not wrong. Real love never is. But - it's going to be hard. Can you do that?" I had no idea where this came from, as I had never thought of it before but love gives the tongue wings, as someone must have said. She nodded slowly, a determination coming into her expression. "I'll make sure she understands. I just wish she could really love me, though." Wistful, determined, a true young woman. She went out slowly, a little smile on her lips. We looked at each and smiled as well, then put our heads close together and sighed. Love could also bring exquisite difficulties. We decided we had better get dressed really quickly, because it would be a bit hard to explain being naked, or the other things we'd done together. Just in time, because we started to giggle at the thought of the adults seeing us as we sucked each other and had to collapse on the bed again. We needed that hilarity, as we both knew how serious our rampant sinning really was although our grins said we didn't care. As we brushed our hair we heard voices in the hall, Fiona's and Aunty Mary's for sure. Naturally, we ran down the stairs, bright and happy. "You should see the play room, Aunty" I burbled, "it's got everything!" And we've been playing, I added under my breath. "We had a word with the father," Fiona told us, "and he's agreed it would be best to keep Kate out of the limelight at present. But we're going to have to take her to see him, because he needs to see for himself how she is. So we're going to do that now, get it out of the way, then we can be a bit on the normal side again." She looked at Siobhan and said, "Run upstairs and make sure she's ready to go, would you, darling, and we'll drive you and Kelly home on the way," looking at me. "How are they getting on?" Aunt Mary asked me. What could I say? 'They're fine, just love licking each other's cunnies' didn't seem right, or 'Oh you know, lover's quarrels,' sounded silly - so in the end I just rolled my eyes and shrugged my shoulders. "They're both pretty happy," I added, as an idea popped into my head. "Aunty Mary, couldn't we be staying here a bit longer, please? We're all getting on so well, there's so many things to do, so well, for a little while? We can walk home?" She looked at me, a small smile on her thin lips, but she didn't say anything because at that moment the lovers descended, tripping down the stairs liked miss junior queens. Hand in hand. "Hello, Aunty Mary, guess what we've been doing." I nearly choked. "We've been making a play. Kate is Mother Theresa, I'm a beggar. It's so cool." Kate nodded, and, placing her hand on Kelly's head, said in a voice that was almost perfect, "Ze Lord will make you whole, my child," then burst out laughing. We all did. It was funny, but touching. I almost felt like crying. Mostly from relief. Siobhan, who had followed them down, came and stood behind me. "Got is goot," she whispered in my ear as her hand squeezed my bum. I was glad I believed in Him, for He really was good. Almost as good as her hand and what it was doing just then. "Fiona," Aunty said to her, "the girls want to stay a wee while longer. Would that be all right now? I don't have much entertainment for them don't you know, and they have been pining for a bit of nice company." "Sure, my dear, that would be fine. My two also do need the company, and Kate has responded so well to them. What do you say, girls?" Kate squealed in delight, Siobhan grinned and said, "That would be nice, thank you Ma. You know Therese plays the piano? We're going to make up some songs." "Kate, you get in the car now, we'll drop Mary home, then we'll have a chat with Father O'Rourke. Make some nice songs we can sing, now, you two," Fiona said with a wink to us grinning girls. Siobhan was still standing half behind me, and as they turned to go I reached back and grabbed at her crotch. "There's one we're working on," I chirped back, "it's called 'There's never been a day as good as this'". I caught Kelly looking at me with suspicion. I stared back the same way, and none of us moved until we heard the car drive away. Then Siobhan was in my arms, her tongue was in my mouth, our hands were down each other's knickers. And I began to tremble. This really was like nothing I'd ever dreamt of. I'd read about passion, and this had to be it. The most wonderful thing, more than exhilaration and wonderfully breathtaking. Siobhan was sighing, rocking us back and forth, when a voice said, "Older sister. Not fair. I got no one." Kelly feeling left out. I stopped the tongue-swallow, broke the embrace, held out my free arm and said, "C'mon, little sis, come and have a cuddle." "Hey, Kelly, come and kiss me? Show me how you and Kate do it?" A pout was answer of a kind, so Siobhan reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her toward us. "We love you too, you know. And you are so beautiful. Not like your sister here. How come - " "Hey!" " - you finished up with ouch - " I'd pinched her, "all the beauty?" That was enough. Kelly grinned and joined us. Well, standing up for this was not going to be easy, or enough, so it was not long before the three of us were on Siobhan's unmade bed. Without our clothes on, of course, giving maximum freedom for fingers, hands, tongues, lips and mouths. And eyes. Kelly was entranced by Siobhan's breasts well, so was I, but I'd had some licking and looking already and monopolised them for a while, while their owner and I looked at and caressed each other's bodies. Presently Siobhan asked me, "How's your period? Finished yet? Want another tampon?" Truth to tell, I'd forgotten all about it, and awful grot that I am, had forgotten even to remove the tampon from yesterday. There'd been no discomfort or smellable odours, but I still blushed as I said, "Don't know. Suppose I'd better be having a look." "What's a tampon?" asked Kelly. So we explained. "A bit like having a finger up there, is it?" was the knowingly innocent reply. "Guess it is," said Siobhan as we grinned. "Like this, it feels." As quick as a flash her little finger was squirming its way inside her young cunnie, then slowly fucking that innocent organ as we watched my sister go from shock, surprise, and wonder until finally she gasped. "Ah!" After a moment her mouth was open and her breathing was ragged. I leant over and kissed her, then gently tugged on those young nipples. Siobhan, I could see, was licking the pink flesh above her jerking finger, and it was not long before Kelly's body went rigid, she let out a long, low moan and a drawn out "Jeesus." Then she collapsed, gulping air. We looked at each other, smiling at the sight of another Miss Junior Orgasm. (Not that we'd ever seen one before). Siobhan held out the finger for me to taste, which I was glad to do. Perverted sex, anyone? I mean savouring the taste of your young sister on the finger of your twelve year old lover is a little decadent, no? But erotic, c'est ca. The taste was not only erotic, but a memory stick so I hastily grabbed the dangling string from my cunnie and tugged. Somewhat reluctantly the insert slid out, with no more than a trace of congealed dark effluent on it. I held it aloft, swinging it from side to side, and said in my sexiest imitation voice, "Ready to rock on you cock, my love." Laughter erupted from the said love, who finally managed to gurgle, "This is the nearest thing I have, my darling," holding up a forefinger. "I swoon." I lay back, opening my legs wide, and murmuring in my best English, "A finger in the twat is worth two on the hand." I felt her hands slide up my legs, one of which was draped over Kelly, who had recovered enough to squirm out from under. Then her hair began to tickle my tummy as I felt her breath warm my skin, then the lightest touch of a moist hot tongue between my legs, round and round, as it slowly worked its way toward the apex. The apex. Ah, the top, the ultimate, the best. Then I was not able to tell what was happening, because a wave of warmth rolled up my middle and into my head. That is, until a sharp pain on my chest made me open my eyes, where I saw Kelly with one of my nipples between her teeth, gently chewing on it like a gumdrop. It kind of hurt, but it was so good I hoped she could do the same to the other one as well. But all that was gone when my lover did the same to that spot between my legs, the bit I had found in her. It did the same for me as it had for her sent me right over the edge, up towards the clouds, into heaven, into the most wonderful feeling I had ever had. I could feel shivers running up and down my body, twitchings, cries, moans, and a mounting pressure so great that I knew I was going to burst. I did. Sometime later I felt lips on mine, Siobhan's voice in my ear, Kelly's head on my chest, and light in my eyes. I smiled and kissed my love back. Real love, true love, with a real lover and a real union. "It's taken twelve years for us to meet, my love," Siobhan was whispering, "and I don't intend to ever be away from you, not even all the devils in hell could do that. I love you so much." And she slid her arm under my neck, laid her head next to mine and smiled. I could feel it. I could feel lots of wonderful things my cunnie was tingling, my heart was rejoicing, my brain was full of beautiful thoughts. I put my arm under Kelly's neck and drew her close. "Love you," I whispered. "Love you too," she whispered back, kissing my cheek. I watched her smiling, then gave her a little nudge. She looked at me, and I swivelled my eyes across towards my new love, raising my eyebrows at the same time. She got my meaning and gave a little nod. Slipping gently off the bed, she tiptoed around the bed and knelt beside Siobhan, then leant forward and began to suck on the nearest teat, now larger than I had ever seen it. The young lady gasped, and as she looked around I turned over and moved so I could get between her legs. "Yes, oh yes please," she said as she opened her legs, "make me feel what you did last time. Both of you. Fuck me." This had a strange effect on me. Fuck was a word so bad that it was never said openly, but here, and from the mouth of this precious girl, it made me tingle, made my cunnie somehow spurt, made the whole thing so good, and so bad, that not even the Pope himself stepping into the room could have stopped me. I lowered my head and kissed those lovely lips, now slightly apart, glistening with love-dew, before sliding my tongue inside. I know our fingers are sensitive, but nothing compares to the tongue, another pink organ with a thousand uses. It probed, poked, entered, searched and was rewarded with a taste unlike any other. The E of Eros, the L of Lust, full of rich, sensual, tang. Gourmet stuff. Satisfied, my tongue withdrew so that its house, the mouth, could fulfil its ultimate purpose, that of bringing my love to exaltation, the height of Eros such that the angels never could know. I sucked the apex, then, mindful of Siobhan's work on my sister, slid my finger inside her cunnie, in and out, gaining speed as her cries came, as her body began to heave, my finger darting in and in until it passed some resistance, bringing an extra moan from my love, and soon her body became rigid, arched, shaking, before it collapsed into long sighing delight. Following an example, I held out my finger for my sister to taste, but was taken aback when she looked alarmed. I began to say something, but she pointed, a strange look on her face. I looked at my finger, for that was where she was pointing, and then saw a smear of blood mixed with the dew. My mouth did drop open. 'My god,' I thought, 'I've gone and done her a damage.' I looked down at the broadly smiling love of mine, my mind in turmoil. If I had caused her harm I would kill myself. Sisters are strange people sometimes, because this one calmly grabbed the coated digit and put it in her mouth, sucking at mixture with aplomb, even relish. If the initial shock had been great, this was unbelievable. My mouth was still open, unable to say a word, but this oddball girl looked at me and grinned. "Nothing wrong is there? Only a bit of blood, and she tastes so sweet." When I did not answer, she went on, "We're told every Sunday that the wafer and wine are the body and blood of Jesus, so what's wrong with the body and blood of Siobhan?" Well, I knew she had a religious reverence, so a literal thought like that would be normal, I supposed. I still could not speak, so I gently shook my head in disbelief. The fact was my love might be in danger, bleeding internally or something, and I'd have to tell her what a terrible thing I'd done to her. I leant down, close to her ear and was about to begin a whispered plaint when the telephone rang. Quick as a flash Kelly was up and running into the hall where that instrument was. From being struck dumb by her audacity in licking something that made me still feel queasy at the thought, I was petrified by my wild surmising of her conversation with whoever had rung. The noise, however, had roused my swooning lover, but before either of us could say a word young miss eat-a-bloody-finger tore back in, saying, "It's your ma. I told her you were writing a song, that I'd get you." "Oh god," said Siobhan slowly. "I smell trouble." She went out slowly, and sis and I looked at each other, frightened eyes and beating hearts in sync. Why, I thought, should what we have done make us frightened? Love was love. Adoration also. It had to be right. A few moments later Siobhan came back, a frown on her face. "I'm not sure you are going to like this news," she said tentatively, "because it's something that hasn't happened in a long time. You'd better sit down." We did. "Well, Mum has been delayed, and I have to cook dinner for us. I'm a pretty terrible cook, so - " "Delayed?" I yelled, "you mean not coming home?" She grinned. "Yeah, ma'am, she aint a-comin' back till late. What you folks like to eat an all?" This in her best Afro-American drawl. Kelly was less inhibited than I thought. "Well, I've already tasted you, blood and all, and I would like to eat you for dinner, if that's OK. Raw but warm, of course." Siobhan was so surprised she could only gargle, "Uh - " but before she could say anything I jumped in and told her what had happened, finishing with how awful I felt, having caused her harm. "Oh, don't be silly," she replied, as her astonishment grew. "That was my hymen. Don't they teach you anything about your body in this place?" "You'd be kidding me now, sure. In this place a girl's body is hardly even known by a doctor, certainly not a girl. So, what's a hymen?" She told us, and a good deal more; we certainly had known none of it, but how did she? America must be a wide open place, I thought, if this is what girls learnt. Kelly said, "Wow! Did it hurt?" "Don't know. I was kind of somewhere else at the time." It suddenly hit me that I was starving, and said so. "I can cook quite well, so how about I put something together for us? Take - me to your - larder," pointing imperiously toward the kitchen. Sausages, chips, sauce and coke is my idea of heavenly food, so that's what we had. Up to the point of eating we had remained au naturel, the better to ogle each other, although the other two made it hard for me to concentrate on my culinary style because they invented a new game, lying on the kitchen table and licking each other's cunnies which I was able to join for a while. I'll never get tired of it cunnie licking, that is. They finally had to shift, and realised it had got quite chilly, so we ate in dressing gowns, of which Siobhan had three. Kelly looking a little like the Micky in The Sorcerer's Apprentice in hers. Dinner eaten and the room tidied, we headed back upstairs to write our song, something we needed to do to cement our alibi, and something we all joined in to finish. It was quite late by the time we did so, so we collapsed into Siobhan's bed, all three cherubs exhausted after a hard day's toil. Here's the song we wrote, which you can read while we slumber. I cannot tell you the tune, it's one we sang in Dublin, at school, and it worked just fine. We called the song, 'Searching for moonbeams.' I went searching for moonbeams A break in the storm clouds And now we're together, ---------- Chapter 5 I woke to find dawn breaking in an greyness and a nipple in my mouth. Well, close by, anyway. And not any old nipple, this was a big 'un, protruding from a breast that was not Siobhan's. Much bigger, and as my eyes followed its wondrous curve upwards I saw that it belonged to no, it could not be. My involuntary jerk caused an eye in that face to open and regard me with a smile, then mirth, then a chuckle that grew and grew. "Hello, Therese, surprise surprise." A body on the other side of me suddenly sat upright and Siobhan's voice said in a panic, "Mother? Mother what are you doing?" Mother turned on her back and held out an arm to her startled daughter. "Come on, Siobhan, lie here next to me. You, too, Therese, and I'll tell you a story." "But but you haven't got any clothes on." Daughter was aghast. "Neither, my dears, have you. Come on, snuggle in." It seemed such a natural thing to do, something I'd done with my mother countless times, clothed in night attire, something I'd taken for granted, but had not done for nearly two years. I snuggled, and it felt so good, nudes together somehow seeming natural. Daughter almost reluctantly followed suit, still nervous, no doubt. Mothers? No clothes? How embarrassing. I had no idea what this all meant, but did I care? No, begorrah, I did not! She looked motherly, she smelt motherly, and she could be mine, whatever happened. This new-experience lady, mother of my true love, pulled us close and kissed each of us on the forehead. "Ah," she said softly, "this is nice." She paused, we waited. Then, "Well, I drove Mary back to her place, and was somewhat delayed there by circumstances which I will relate later. We then went to see that odious priest, who took our poor, dear Kate away for a private chat. Later he called me aside and said that although such talks were normally confidential, he thought it best to tell me during her 'confession' what a stupid thing to say she had told him that she and another girl had made love together, and that as this was a mortal sin the bishop would have no option but to excommunicate her. Well, that led to some very heated words indeed, with the result he has resigned and will be gone by the end of the month." Her words washed over me, for I was still half asleep, their significance lost in my drowsy comfort. Not so Siobhan, who's mind was more active than mine. "How I mean, why? Why is he resigning? I thought - " "Oh, just a little blackmail. I'll tell you, but you must never repeat this. Gave my word it would remain confidential, but you, I feel, should know. These are the kind of people your father taught me to outwit. I told him that if he did not go immediately, his altar-boy escapades would become public. It was Kate, actually, who put the match to the pyre. 'Kevin told me you fucked him every Sunday morning,' she said in her innocent way. Kevin is a bit slow. The priest is not. He could not even pretend to be shocked, so he's out of here. That's my first piece of good news." "Oh, wow! Ma, you are a gem!" "Um - " I ventured, "where is Kelly?" We'd gone to sleep together, entwined and giggling. "Where do you think?" "We're here, right here," I heard my sister say, as two irresistible forces landed on the bed. "We're hungry." But not hungry enough to not burrow between our bodies. "And it's cold." It must be, for her body seemed freezing as she tried to get warm on us, not caring one bit that the other hot water bottle was an adult. Kate, whose mind was also not totally focussed on food, said in her clear but stumbling way, "We were happy to wake up together, weren't we, Kelly?" "We've been eating each other," the giggle grew to outright laughter. "but we're still hungry. Can we have breakfast, please?" Kelly was tugging Siobhan's arm to drive her point home. We groaned, all in sync. It was so comfortable in bed. But, with a yell an Irish Banshee would envy, the clothes were suddenly thrown back, we four were unceremoniously pushed onto the freezing floor, and a capering female form, tightly wrapped in a bedspread, yelled, "Kitchen! Warm! Hot food!" I managed to snag two blankets, and by the time toileting had finished there was porridge, bacon, sausages, toast, hot milk and a roaring fire all going in the kitchen. This was my idea of the perfect home. Replete, warm, cosy and bonhomie, we leant back and looked at each other. Smiles of love and friendship all round. I poured my third glass of fresh warm milk - Aunty got hers from a packet and put my hand in Siobhan's. She put her head on my shoulder. This was better than God's love, any day. "Well, I said I would keep my other news till later, and later is here." Mother-to-us-all gave a purse-lipped smile. "To break it harshly, Therese, Kelly, your brothers are here." Astonishment was mild by comparison. After cries of wonder, she continued, "Apparently their uncle lost his job and there was not enough money, so they hitched here. We found them camped on the footpath, looking forlorn and hungry, so we took them out for dinner that's when I rang you and they were going to be safely ensconced in your beds after that." Kelly and I looked at each other, mouths agape. "So, my dears, here's one of the big questions you need to ask: how long for?" So we asked. "Foreseeable. As in future. Or, put plainly, who knows? So here's the second one you need to ask, no, cry: What's going to become of us?" So we cried. We'd had plenty of practice. "Mary has agreed that it would be best if you were to stay here. For the present, until other arrangements can be made. And here's the third important question: What arrangements?" We asked. "We don't know. So, not expecting you to disagree, you're wards of this house from now on, orphans to be abused as I see fit, workers in the pits of my service. The first catch is that you're going to have to sleep together until I can find more beds." "Don't bother about that," her eldest said haughtily, "we'll manage somehow." We all nodded in agreement. "The second catch is that if anyone else catches you doing that we'll all be back in a Brooklyn slum before you can stick a finger up your bum. Or even if they catch a whisper, or a scent. Finito it will be. Capice?" "Si, Mama, capisce," her children replied demurely . "So. There's just one more thing. As anyone intelligent will observe, this is now a house of five females. One, old, wise and demanding, four young, beautiful and impressionable. It is going to be the duty of those four to satisfy the demands and whims of the one. In return, the four will have a heck of a good time." Now, Kelly is nine, going on nineteen, and she understood how things now lay far more quickly than her contemporaries. She stood, bowed, and proclaimed, "Ma'am, in what way may I be of service to you?" "Why, my pretty, you and your charming friends can all pile back into the biggest bed in the house. The electric blanket is on, and snuggling is expected." It was Kate, however, that brought the party to a halt. "Me too?" she asked, her speech a little distorted, but her understanding clear. "Of course, my sweet love. There'd be no party without you." "So do you love me?" That is what caused the hiatus. Her ma held out her arms, tears in her eyes. "Oh, my sweet child, of course I do. You are the most precious child in my life." "Cause I sometimes don't know," was the response as she was picked up and cuddled. Ma was not the only one with tears by then. We all crowded round and held her as well, and in this awkward conglomerate we manouevered ourselves to the master bedroom where we collapsed in a giggling heap and crawled beneath the fleecy clothes, where we began to satisfy our new mistress. . "I need fulfillment," she'd said as we settled down to a delicious petting session. "Your father," she told her offspring, "was never much of a lover, but it was all I could expect under the circumstances. But you - well, you have found your heart's desire early, haven't you. " "You mean you know what - " "Lord love us, of course I know. Starry eyes do not arrive without a good serving of passion. And eating cream pie leaves its traces. And good luck to ye." Kelly, of course, put it in context. "So, ma'am, if you'd be opening your legs now, I'd be happy to begin fulfilling my obligations. With relish." So that's how it began, and continues. Unabated. Except our step-ma's first orgasm (for that is what they're called, we learnt) which was a circus-like affair, with bells, whistles and a big parade. Kelly finished up on the clitoris, Siobhan on the cunnie, me and Kate on a breast each. It felt so good, it still does, and to find us all on the lesbian wavelength, loving in harmony, bringing each other off between domestic chores, eating, schooling, churching the new priest is terribly old, but appears to be keeping his willie in his pants is what life should be. We have learnt so many new positions 'Karma-Lesbo' is Ma's appellation and, let me tell you, Step-Ma can bring me off in so many ways, wonderfully kinky ways, but I'm too embarrassed to tell you all of them. You'll just have to imagine. * The following day, that is, the one after the first, exhausted, replete, we woke to a snow-covered landscape, and a sense of dread. We all knew what a dire combination snow and school was, (well, not Kate, who didn't go to school), but one more unbelievably wonderful thing about our new home was its proprietor, who told us that she would not have gone anywhere in that white freeze, and did not expect us to go therefore. We had talked of seeing our brothers, who, as I said earlier, we loved loved/hated, that is - and to do so would involve a walk, for the snow had piled against the garage door. And, as the sun was shining, the wind abated and the snowing ceased, we decided that it would be good to go back to Aunty's. Family does have its bonds. The house was silent, no smoke from the chimney, front door quietly tested and found locked, so we did a traipse through the white stuff to the back door which was never locked, opened carefully and entry made. Embers in the stove, which we re-stoked. Even if they'd all gone to early Mass or something the house would need to be kept warm. No breakfast things, so up the passage, peeping firstly into my tiny bedroom. Crumpled bedclothes, no occupant. Then to Kelly's room, same scene. I whispered to Kelly whispering seemed to be the right thing - "Marie Celeste?" She looked puzzled, and we continued up the passageway to Aunty's s room. Coming from there we could here murmurs, no, more than that, grunts. The door was closed, a rarity, but, intrepid adventurers as we were, we carefully opened it and peered into the room. Rumpled bedclothes once more, but this time heaving. Aunty's voice, a low, urgent moan, "Yes, Sean, faster. Faster. Oh good Jesus, I'm coming. Yes. Ahhhh." And the sighing moan went on into oblivion. A moment later my eldest brother: "Ah, yes, oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck fuck." And he too did the moan thing. "My turn," my fourteen year old brother said with great impatience. Paddy was always in a hurry. Kelly looked at me, alarmed. I made my thumb and forefinger into a hole and put my other forefinger in and out of it, the schoolyard signal for coitus. We removed ourselves and gently closed the door. Out the way we'd come, to our new home ditto, into the confessional. Ma was amused, then somewhat worried. "Goodness, your Aunt has got herself into a dangerous place. We are wicked, but incest in that direction is a proscribed activity. Well, well, you have had an adventurous morning." We all remained silent in the presence of our cogitating mother/mistress . "I'll go and visit her later. The two of us have formed a nice friendship, and have more than one thing in common - especially now. Half her luck." She gave us a grin, adding, "My, what a terribly wicked society we live in." "Can we be wicked now, please, mother?" Siobhan was salivating. "Shoo, darlings, do what comes naturally. I'll work out words." We did delightful things, like finger fucks all round, big O's, tongues and other pink things at their apogee. Good loving it was. Ma must have also thought good words, because about two hours later our stud brothers arrived with Aunty and ma. Reticent greetings were the order of the day, for how does one greet a brother, or even two, who have just fucked their and our aunt? And what does one say to said aunt? 'Hi, had some good incest lately?' Or, 'You could have asked us, we're pretty good at those things?' It was Sean, sixteen and well hung, I presumed, who crimped the situation. He took one look at Siobhan and whistled. Aunt went white, ma chided him on his manners, but Paddy who added fuel: "I prefer you, aunty." And Siobhan who set the record straight. "Listen, you two oafs, your sister and I are lovers, always will be. And so are our sisters. Stay hetero, whatever it's called. Your aunt is beautiful." There was no room for embarrassment, for when the washing is on the line you own it, clean or not. Things, we later agreed, were peachy all round, so we sang them our song. Sad and all, it summed up the things that had happened. They did like it, I'm pleased to say. "I think my moonbeams were more like lightning flashes," said our once dour aunt. "So was mine," lisped Kate, grasping the essence of adult speak. Another case of love between and in families. I reckon Jesus started it. The End |